*infinity symbol because I don't know how to do stuff* 🙂
“in nineteenth century russia we write letterswe write letterswe put down in writingwhat is happening in our minds
once it’s on the paper we feel betterwe feel betterit’s like some kind of claritywhen the letter’s done and signed
dear andreydear old friendhow goes the war?do we march on the french splendidly?do our cannons crack and cry?do our bullets whistle and sing?does the air reek with smoke?i wish i were therewith death at my heels
dolokhov is recoveringhe will be all right, the good manit should have been mei am a most ridiculous man
and natasha is in towni hear she is more beautiful than everhow i envy you and your happiness
here at homei drink and read and drink and read and drinkand i fill my mind with rotwhile my heart is emptyand i’ve been studying the cabaland i’ve calculated the number of the beastit is napoleoni will kill him one dayhe is not a great mannone of us are great menwe are just caught in the wave of historynothing matterseverything mattersit’s all the sameif only i could not see it,this dreadful, terrible it
in nineteenth century russia we write letterswe write letterswe put down in writingwhat is happening in our minds
dear andrey -what more can i writeafter all that has happened?what am i to do if i love him and the other one too?must i break it off?these terrible questions
i see nothing but the candle in the mirrorno visions of the futureso lost and alone
and what of princess mary
dear natashai am in deep despair at the misunderstanding there is between uswhatever my father’s feelings might bei beg you to believe that i cannot help loving youhe’s a tired old man and must be forgivenplease, come see us again
dear princess mary -oh what am i to writehow do i choosewhat do i doi shall never be happy again
these terrible questions
i’m so alone here
so alone in here
and i see nothing
i see nothing but the candle in the mirrorno visions of the futureso lost and alone
in nineteenth century russia we write letterswe write letterswe put down in writingwhat is happening in our minds
dear nataliea love lettera love lettera love letter
a letter from him, from the man that i love
a letter which i composed
a love lettera love letter…
natalie natalie nataliei must love you or dienatalie natalie natalieif you love me say yesand i will come and steal you awaysteal you out of the darknatalie natalie nataliei want nothing more
natalie natalie nataliei must love you or dienatalie natalie natalieif you love me say yesand i will come and steal you awaysteal you out of the darknatalie natalie nataliei want nothing more
just say yesjust say yesjust say yes
yes, yes, i love himhow else could i have his letter in my hand?i read it twenty timesthirty times, forty timeseach and every wordi love him, i love him”
the entirety of letters from natasha, pierre, and the great comet of 1812 this song owns my ass
